The Perfect Run

Genome parties were always fun, but the aftermath sucked.

When he returned home to Jamie’s place, Ryan found it in ruins. The floor had been buried underneath beer bottles, pizza boxes, trash, and stuff best left forgotten. Someone had drenched the sofa in a suspicious fluid, and while DJ Brain had survived the apocalypse, a partygoer drew a smiley face on the vat’s surface. Even with repeated time-stop, it was a struggle to clean up the mess.

Ryan was still working on it by the evening.

“Faster, slave!” Ryan’s cruel taskmaster, Lanka, sat on a chair while he cleaned up the sofa with a mop. Ki-jung’s rats looked at the both of them, like viewers watching a comedy movie. “I want to see this sofa shine enough to sit my ass upon.”

“Do you want me to clean your royal butt too while I’m at it, Your Majesty?” Ryan deadpanned.

“No, thank you, I already did my part,” she replied. “You’re the one who skipped town all morning.”

“You’re just mad I was invited to the big guys’ table,” he mocked her back, before hearing his cellphone bleep in his pocket. He took a break from his dirty work to check a message from Jasmine.

JasLove: How do you want your armor?

Ryan started typing his answer.

PlushieTamer: Have you played Fallout?

JasLove: Fallout 1, Fallout 2, Tactics, or Van Buren?

PlushieTamer: You didn’t mention Brotherhood of Steel.

JasLove: That game never existed, and I’ll kill anyone who says otherwise.

PlushieTamer: Good answer. Fallout 2, America for the Enclave.

JasLove: Figured. You’re going to look great killing muties.

PlushieTamer: You and I, and my big plasma cannon...

JasLove: Keep it loaded. Might give it a good polish if you behave.

“You’re texting your girlfriend during work, Blabbermouth?” Lanka said while looking over his shoulder, grinning upon seeing the sender. “Wait, wait, wait, it’s Vulcan’s number!”

“Jealous?” Ryan asked before putting the cellphone in his pocket.

“I’m glad you didn’t commit suicide by going after Livia, but Vulcan? Mad respect. She’s totally going to shoot you one day, but your bravery shall be remembered.”

Technically, she already did shoot him. “Well, I had to work for both of us, since you couldn’t get a date.”

Lanka grinned, sipping a beer. “Where do you think these fluids came from?”

Ryan looked at the sofa, then at the mop, and finally at Lanka, whose grin grew wider. “You know what, I paid my debt to society,” he said, tossing the mop at his flatmate’s face. “Clean your mess yourself.”

“Hey, you lazy ass, get back here!” she complained, trying to get the sticky mop off her face.

Ryan ignored her, moving towards the stereo to unplug his brain in a jar. Ki-jung’s rats left for the kitchen and trailed a towel back to the sofa with their mouths, intending to clean it up themselves. Their mistress was still holed up in her room with her boyfriend, but she might emerge from their lair sometime soon.

Jamie hadn’t believed he had been promoted at first until Livia herself called him to confirm it. After a moment of silence, the swordsman had retired to his room with Ki-jung to ‘discuss’ it, but they had been alone for three hours by now. Ryan was pretty sure there wasn’t a lot of talking involved in this private celebration.

When Jamie and Ki-jung returned to the living room, the rats had cleaned the sofa enough for Lanka to slouch on it. The couple was so close they were almost touching, and Chitter had recovered from yesterday’s breakdown. In fact, she looked so happy that Ryan thought she might ascend to heaven on the spot.

“Something big happened,” the courier said, as he separated the loudspeakers from the brain in a jar. “I can tell.”

“What’s up?” Lanka asked with an eyebrow raised. “Besides changing your names to Mr. and Miss Mercury?”

Ki-jung exchanged a glance with her man, who nodded slowly. “Jamie finally proposed,” she told Lanka, giddy with joy.

Her friend blinked. “No way!”

up, while the rats clapped with their tiny hands. “You should tell

Lanka asked Ki-jung

“I want you to be the

since Ryan met her, the ex-marauder looked speechless and flustered. “But I don’t

replied with a warm smile, though it wavered a little. “Felix would have been Jamie’s best man, but I don’t think he will

whole life to him. If he hadn’t raised me up, I would still be some pisspoor orphan selling scraps. Now… I

call you boss now,” Lanka said with a wide grin. “If anyone deserves that job,

between joy, pride, and anxiety. He looked so adorable when unsure of himself. “Me, a street rat, ascending to the

the swordsman. “It’s like sanity, fake it until you make

big… beyond all the responsibilities and sitting at the Olympians’ table, I will

invest in

with their Dynacup, but the slums have so many talented people. Nobody will give them a chance but

give to charity, develop detox centers, hospitals…” Ki-jung looked at Ryan. “Even rebuild that orphanage the

should start with all of Rust Town.” Ryan shrugged. “That place is the most miserable I’ve seen, and

take his suggestion to heart. “That’s not a bad idea,” he admitted, looking

should know,” she replied, before glancing at Ryan. “You have seen the Olympians. Do you think

the

end of the day, Lightning Butt didn’t seem to care about money. He only craved power and respect. As long as Jamie followed orders and didn’t interfere with the other divisions, Augustus probably wouldn’t give a damn if he used funds to create orphanages or charities. Neptune and Livia seemed more interested in developing the family’s empire, and they would probably approve the initiative if only to develop goodwill. As for Mars and Venus, he didn’t get much of

Bacchus however...

open to the idea,” Ryan admitted, with a caveat. “As long as

the real problem. The couple’s mood instantly worsened, and they exchanged a silent

replied,

hold you in high esteem, from what I’ve heard,” Jamie said. News traveled fast. “But be careful

got to him first,” Lanka said,

the

feeling something would happen between you two,” Ki-jung smiled warmly.

hand on Ryan’s shoulder. “I don’t know if it

me diabetes,” the courier replied, carrying his brain in a jar to the garage. When he left the

during the party, and Ryan’s car was spared from the guests’ attention. If Lanka had used

the brain in its place. He opened the door and sat at the driver’s seat, putting on the

of funny alternate universe songs, a faint

“Hi, Riri.”

the garage door was closed, and finally increased the sound. “Len? Is

I don’t

ask since it was unlike her to make

umm…” She stopped, not sure what to say. The awkwardness

spare her further embarrassment. “How are

Board games.” She marked a short pause, trying to find her words. “Sarah said you

“Are you inviting me?”

“I… maybe.”

Maybe their friendship wasn’t wrecked beyond repair, or the kids’

the Meta-Gang,” Len changed the subject, “I think you should know. I followed their submarine to a hidden tunnel,

Ryan put his hands on the wheel. “Have you

tell you first. Riri, is this true what I heard

borrow one of their suits,” Ryan replied, putting his hands on the warm, soft

line turned into static, with Ryan wondering if she

better than the

in her voice broke Ryan’s heart.

“Does she know?”

window, and at the garage’s cold walls. “It always

she didn’t seem loyal to Augustus, Vulcan also had a fiery temper, enough to try murdering the courier in a previous loop. In spite of his best intentions, they might end up on opposite

almost all his relationships ended up undone at the end of a loop. Getting too

I see,” Len said, clearing her

perked up in interest. “You’ve found a

time-stop by aligning your two selves,